#harley keener whump

[chocolateandredbull]

“Yeah, there’s uh, there’s something going ‘round at school. I saw like three kids’ technicolour yawn in the hallway today.”

“Great,” Tony muttered. “And what are the chances that your spider ass is gonna get it too?”

“Uh, considering that I’ve caught every bug that’s gone around the school since kindergarten? I’d say pretty much 100%,” he said distractedly.

“Of course,” Tony sighed.

[irondadfics]

Looking for a fanfic I read where Tony finds out Peter is an age regressor. And then he buys him toys and takes care of him whenever he feels little.

Hi, could your fic be a part of this series?

[scarebats]

Who Are You?

ao3- Honckity

Parkner-Peter Parker/Harley Keener

WC: 610

The last thing I remember, I was fifteen and holding a ferry together. Then Tony came and rescued me from something. I can’t seem to remember what it was.

Now, I lay in bed. This isn’t my bed, did Tony bring me here?

There’s a voice coming from outside the room I’m in. It doesn’t sound like Tony or May. Oh no. Does May know about Spider-Man?

Someone opens the door. Who is that? It's a boy, he looks relieved when he sees me. Why? Who is he?

This isn’t Tony’s house. I start to panic, the boy, he looks quite pretty, rushes over to me.

I’m breathing heavily, I can’t think properly. Who is he? Why am I here? Where is Tony? Where is May? What happened to the ferry?

The boy tries to calm me. He tries to grab my hand, I flinch away and he frowns. I don’t know him.

“Peter?” the boy asks, he looks at me in the eyes. How does he know my name?

read the rest!:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39143550

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Vanilla Baby

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50742040 by Pigeondiie “Pepper and I…. are having a baby!”   God, did those words strike Peter harder than ever. or Your regular forgotten Peter trope where he feels neglected and that Pepper and Tony are going to leave him when Morgan is born. Oopsie. Words: 12577, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Harley Keener, Wade Wilson, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Happy Hogan Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Happy Hogan/Aunt May Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Peter Parker & Wade Wilson Additional Tags: Happy and May aren’t in the story but they are together, this is important, Kinda, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Peter Parker listens to Lana Del Rey, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Needs a Break, Peter Parker Needs Therapy, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Parent Tony Stark, Asshole Tony Stark, But only for a bit, he redeems himself, Parent Pepper Potts, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark are Siblings (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Well - Freeform, not yet, I Wrote This While Listening to Mitski's Music, Inspired by Lana Del Rey Songs, The title is also a song, Anger, Autumn, Depression, Overthinking, Peter is a D1 overthinker, Cuddling & Snuggling, Running Away, Forgotten Peter Parker, Bisexual Peter Parker, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker Whump, Whumptober, Whump, Peter Parker-centric, teenage angst, Not Beta Read, Vanilla, a lot of it, Mental Anguish, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, Panic Attacks, Suicidal Ideation, A little, barely any, Surprisingly, How Do I Tag, Betrayal, not really - Freeform, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Tony Stark Lives read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50742040

[marceltheshellwithflipflopson]

20 questions for fic writers

thanks for the tag @becomethesun <3<3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

11!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

allegedly 46,015, but 5,569 of those words were technically written by @freetobeyouandmichi-me in our shared au! (love ya)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

the last of us

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. cold is the water

2. buckets of rain / shelter from the storm

3. you love me so hard and i still can't sleep

4. matchbox

5. patron saints

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

YES when @toointojoelmiller said ao3 comments were better than drugs she was RIGHT! but fr they make me giddy every time, even if it's just a singular emoji or a bunch of exclamation points

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

maybe creature fear? just because it's so early days joel and ellie, so there's no warm and fuzzies to be had anywhere. wouldn't say it's angsty though

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i'm kind of incapable of writing a sad ending, so it's a three way tie between my fluffiest children (1) buckets of rain / shelter from the storm, (2) mountain high, valley low, river wide, and (3) fisherman hats and carpet stains

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not YET thank GOD

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do not

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i haven't but i have a prospect x tlou crossover in the earliest of early stages

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

kinda yes! michi wrote Roll for Halloween Hijacks for our modern au and was kind enough to name me as co-author

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

i'm lame and most of my ships are just the ones that are already canon :/ but if i had to pick a wild card, i was oddly obsessed with peter parker/harley keener back in the marvel heyday

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i really don't want to speak this into existence, but literally any of my ideas for longfics

16. What are your writing strengths?

fluff, dialogue, authentic characters

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

underwriting, writing consistently, whump/angst

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i do not think i would be any good at this

19. First fandom you wrote for?

should i lay bare all the skeletons in my closet rn? on a tumblr that i deleted over a decade ago, i wrote a few random one-shots of fred weasley/reader, george weasley/reader, remus lupin/reader, sirius black/reader, (brace yourselves) dan howell/reader, and phil lester/reader ... what the fuck i even shipped phan so idk why i did this

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

this is a hard question but i think my home (far away). it challenged me and took me out of my comfort zone but at the same time it was some of the most fun i've ever had writing

no pressure tags! @lkay-09 @two-birds-alone-together @boopernatural (also sorry, you were probably already tagged bc of our braincell hivemind lol)

[ironstrangeao3]

I don't know why I am the way I am There's something in the Static (I think I've been having revelations)

by Ray_Day

The most blatant way Harley could explain how he got into this mess was him losing control.

He couldn't stop the wave of magic hitting his mom and sister.

He couldn't stop the fire that had been lit because of a candle sitting too close to a curtain.

Or,

Harley Keener has magic and has somehow hid it his entire life until a freak accident, leaving him alive and with no one to take care of him. That is until Tony Stark and his odd family decide to take Harley in.

Here, he has the chance to finally be himself, but can his worries let him be?

(Rated M for topics that come up (look in tags) and other stuff like violence) MUTI CHAPTER FIC!

Words: 4356, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harley Keener, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Carol Danvers, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Harley Keener & Tony Stark & Stephen Strange, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Gay Harley Keener, Protective Harley Keener, Harley Keener Needs a Hug, BAMF Harley Keener, Harley Keener-centric, Harley Keener Whump, Secrets, Childhood Trauma, Past Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Harley Keener is barely coping guys, Harley Keener Has Magic, BAMF Loki (Marvel), Good Loki (Marvel), Loki Has Feelings (Marvel), Loki and Harley Keener are like besties, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Peter Parker Needs a Break, Protective Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, secrets being revealed, Identity Reveal, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Loki cares about his ward(child), Religious Guilt

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48075094

[natromanoffsgfs]

MASTERLIST:

Here is a compilation of our favorite Irondad fics, or fics that we think sound good! If you have any recommendations that you think would be a great addition, pls message us! We hope you enjoy these as much as we have :)

almost, if not all, of these fics are completed.

Our Absolute Favorites

Recommendations

Our Works

Types of fics:

One Shots

Series

Multi-Chapter

GENRE:

Angst

Crack

Hurt/Comfort

Whump

TROPE:

Abuse

Adoption

Arguments

Anxiety

AU

Avengers

Ben is abusive

Brainwashing

Blood and Injury

Biderman

Bullying

Civil War

Dehumanization

Depression

Domestic Avengers

Far From Home AU (Tony Lives)

Field trip

First Meeting AU

Gay Peter Parker

Grief/Mourning

Head injury

Homeless

Homecoming AU

Hospital

Human Experimentation

Hydra

Hydra AU

Identity Reveal

Internship

Kidnapping || Kidnapping 2

Mays Abusive Boyfriend

May is Dead

Mental Illness

Mind Control

Mjolnir

Panic Attack

Poison

Presumed Dead

Publicity

Recovery

Rogue Avengers

Running away

School

Sensory Overload

Social Media

Suicidal thoughts/ attempt

Stucky

Sick Fic

Torture

CHARACTERS:

Adrian Toomes

Avengers

Ben Parker

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Clint Barton

Flash Thompson

Happy Hogan

Harley Keener

Helen Cho

Karen

Loki

Mac Gargan

Matt Murdock

May Parker

Michelle Jones “MJ”

Morgan Stark

Mysterio

Natasha Romanoff

Ned Leeds

Nick Fury

Pepper Potts

Rhodey

Sam Wilson

Scott Lang

Shuri

Skip Westcott

Stephen Strange

Steve Rogers

Thaddeus Ross

Thor

Tony Stark

Vision

Wanda Maximoff

Yelena Belova

we will not be including eating disorders or noncon tropes specifically****

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

The Heart Whispers Its Impulses

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/sHAE783

by kippersanecdoche

READ THE TAGS

Peter Parker had been fine for a while. Until his parents died. Until Uncle Ben died. And then Aunt May turned to drugs and then abandoned him in favor of killing herself. Okay, so now Peter was by himself. It was fine. It was fine until the last straw, being kidnapped by Hydra. That had made him a bit pissed off. ------------- The Avengers rescue the one and only Peter Parker from Hydra's grasp, but this boy has a lifetime of trauma that can complicate things a ton. Especially with teenage hormones going crazy, he can't help but feel something for the other teen hanging around the tower, the one who makes him feel better about his shitty life.

Words: 3062, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Harley Keener, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes

Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Harley Keener & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Whump, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Whump, Peter Parker is a Mess, BAMF Peter Parker, Bisexual Peter Parker, Gay Harley Keener, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Protective Harley Keener, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Domestic Avengers, Avengers Family, this is a fanfic of all of my favorite things, Hydra (Marvel), Hydra Peter Parker, Kidnapped Peter Parker, I'm Bad At Tagging

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/sHAE783

[ao3feed-petermj]

Knowing A Parker

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/6Rb7Z1y by YavviD Peter always thought he was a Westcott. Peter Westcott. But after a murderous and gruesome night, Tony Stark shows up out of nowhere and reveals that he is a Parker. His real parents are dead, with May and Ben being an amazing couple. With Skip in Jail, he thought his life was set. Then Kraven shows up. His friend Harry has a weird alien symbiote called Venom stuck to him. And Tony Stark is underestimating him. If that wasn't enough, some guy named Eddie Brock is determined to ruin Spierman's reputation. With his and everyone else's lives at risk, Peter is forced to make a decision that will cost him a lifetime. *** I am bad at descriptions so let me be informal. This is a venom story but with my own twist. It's a Love Square—drama with Peter, Gwen, Harry, and MJ. Tony's part will be a little later, but not at first. Venom will have a happy ending, but it gets worse before it gets better. Kraven, Octavious, and Norman Osborn drama. And maybe a surprise unexpected relationship in the end. We are also getting a deep dive into all the character's lives, including Harry, Mj, and Ned. It's gonna a be a blast! Give this fic a chance, will you? Words: 2877, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb), Marvel's Spider-Man (Insomniac Games Video Games), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Venom (Marvel Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Peter Parker, Venom, Kraven the Hunter, Otto Octavius, Norman Osborn Relationships: Ned Leeds & Harry Osborn & Peter Parker, Betty Brant & Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Harry Osborn & Peter Parker & Gwen Stacy (TASM), gwen stacy & Michelle jones, Michelle Jones & Peter Parker & Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man), Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harley Keener & Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Uncle Ben Parker & Aunt May Parker & Peter Parker, Ben Parker & Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Uncle Ben Parker & Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Uncle Ben Parker/Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Betty Brant/Ned Leeds, Harry Osborn/Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man) Additional Tags: Hungry Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Skip Westcott Being a Jerk, Protective Ned Leeds, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark is Bad at Feelings, Worried Ned Leeds, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Ned Leeds Needs a Hug, Michelle Jones Loves Peter Parker, BAMF Michelle Jones (Marvel), Michelle Jones is Bad at Feelings (Marvel), Michelle Jones is a Little Shit (Marvel), Past Peter Parker/Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man), Michelle jones is jealous, POV Ned Leeds, Tags May Change, I'm Bad At Tagging, Norman Osborn Being a Jerk, Bad Parent Norman Osborn, Peter Parker Whump read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/6Rb7Z1y

[ao3feed-friendsofspiderman]

Descubriendo la Paternidad (Irondad - Spiderson)

by agus92

Peter Parker no puede creer su suerte el día que Tony Stark se presenta en su casa para ofrecerle ser su mentor. Tony Stark descubre una impactante notica que cambia el rumbo de las cosas, Peter Parker, el adolescente al que estuvo instruyendo para convertirse en un Vengador, es hijo suyo y de Pepper Potts, producto de un desliz que él tuvo con ella en un pasado. La noticia toma a la pareja de recién casados por sorpresa ya que Pepper tampoco sabía que Peter era su hijo, ella pensaba que había perdido al bebé en el parto, por otro lado Tony ni siquiera estaba enterado que Pepper había quedado embarazada de él años atrás, por lo que la noticia de que tiene un hijo de 15 años y es nada más y nada menos que Peter le cae como un balde de agua fría. ¿Qué sucederá? ¿Tony perdonará a Pepper por haberle ocultado una noticia tan importante como lo es un embarazo? ¿cómo reaccionará Peter cuando Tony y Pepper le digan la verdad? ¿qué hará Peter cuándo sepa que su ídolo Tony Stark es su padre biológico y cuándo esté al tanto de que Pepper Potts es su madre biológica? ¿y cómo reaccionarán los padres adoptivos de Peter, Steve Rogers y May Parker? ¿Qué pasará entre Steve y Tony? ¿quién tomará el control en la crianza de Peter?

Words: 349, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Tom Holland (Actor), Tony Stark, Robert Downey Jr., Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, May Parker (Spider-Man), Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Harley Keener, Flash Thompson, Happy Hogan, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Venom Symbiote (Marvel)

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, May Parker (Spider-Man)/Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Peter Parker is Pepper Potts's Biological Child, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Pepper Potts Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Steve Rogers Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Parent Tony Stark, The Avengers Think Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Child, Tony Stark-centric, Tony Stark Has Patience, Tony Stark Is Not Helping, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Hurt Tony Stark, Hurt Tony, Tony Stark Feels, Tony Feels, Tony Stark Has Issues, Peter Parker-centric, Peter Parker Calls Tony Stark "Dad", Peter Parker Has a Family, Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Kidnapped Peter Parker, Peter Parker Has a Bad Day, Peter Parker is Trying His Best, Peter Parker is a Damsel in Distress, Precious Peter Parker, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker Whump, Peter Parker Wants to Join the Avengers, Peter Parker Has Issues, Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks, Peter Parker Has Nightmares, Peter Parker Has a Crush, Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Hugs, Action/Adventure, Science Fiction, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Possessive Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Hungry Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Venom Symbiote (Marvel) is a Little Shit

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47467840

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were too)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/l2SF9wv

by wxy_226

peter parker is tired. peter parker is also a little angst filled gremlin. he will now spurt out random star wars quotes, memes, and trauma.

basically at the end of nwh peter parker goes into the dc universe because dr strange felt bad for him and wanted to give him another chance.

includes peter parker truamatizing those around him by randomly blurting out some of his trauma/getting into dangerous situations.

Words: 1371, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of peter parker in the dc universe

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Team Red - Fandom, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Characters: Peter Parker, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark

Relationships: Peter Parker & Sinister Six, Harley Keener & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Duke Thomas, Peter Parker & Damian Wayne

Additional Tags: Sinister Six - Freeform, the sinister six have meetings so they don’t disturb peter parker during classes, Peter Parker Whump, BAMF Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Angst, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Everyone Loves Peter Parker, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Protective Avengers, Team Red (Marvel), Everyone is Protective of Peter Parker, and peter parker is protective of them back, Smart Peter Parker, Precious Peter Parker, Peter Parker is Adorable, peter parker knows medical stuff, Protective Dick Grayson, i love dick grayson, Dick Grayson is amazing, duck grayson and peter parker are a angst filled duo, dick grayson supremacy, i love dick grayson so so so so much, i love him but everyone like hates him😭, peter and dick grayson are truamatized buddied, they have similar truama, i don’t make the rules, im adding a lot of truama for peter parker btw, what does read dove do not eat mean, idk let’s skip that tag, My First AO3 Post, fyp😍😨🥰👍, Kim Dokja - Freeform, kim dokja is not in this story but i’m adding him bcuz why tf not, he’ll have a little cameo🥰, Truama, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Sexual Abuse, peter parker has been kidnapped and tortured a lot, peter parker know how to act, because he’s been kidnapped a lot, Hurt Peter Parker, Bisexual Peter Parker, Teen Peter Parker, Peter Parker is 16, Peter Parker Has Nightmares, Peter Parker has PTSD, Peter Parker Has Anxiety, Peter Parker Has Issues, peter parker / therapy, dick grayson / therapy, Inspired by Dark Matter, this is my first time writing don’t judge me

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/l2SF9wv

[chocolateandredbull]

Tony wishes the kid would just come out and say what’s on his mind.

Or

Harley Keener tries to word a relatively simple question in a way that won’t give Tony a heart attack.

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Peter Parker Whump One shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/cgLP9RB

by Aimeliissy

Basically One-shots of Peter Parker Whump

Words: 754, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Harley Keener, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Wanda Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Stephen Strange, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel)

Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Harley Keener/Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Gay, Sickfic, Whump, Hurt/Comfort

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/cgLP9RB

[everythingisawayoflife]

things i love reading in my favorite kind of sickfic: sick!peter parker & irondad!tony

i read a lot of sickfics but i don’t think there’s any character i read for more than peter parker. my boy’s been thru a lot and i feel like he never gets any chances to rest. so when i read a fic where a cold or something slows him down, i can breathe easier. plus, it allows me to further develop what tony and peter’s relationship was like offscreen since they didn’t spend much time together onscreen (damn u russos, why couldn’t we have had the daily lives of peter and tony?) so, tldr, i read a lot of peter sickfics and there are certain things that writers add to their stories that make me gush and inspire me to write my own stories!! so take this list and do with it what you will!

starting off the list, i really really love when author’s make peter hide being sick - it’s so in character for him, y’know? like he’s always hiding SOMETHING and he’s really bad at it so it just seems fitting he’d wanna put up a front and act like his body isn’t kicking his ass

when shit goes down in the middle of the night - usually that formula is peter goes to bed early, tony is a lil suspicious but not a lot, peter’s havin a hell of a fever dream, friday alerts tony, tony goes into straight up dad mode like its a common formula but a great one

when harley makes an appearance - he’s not in a lot of them but i think a harley x peter siblings dynamic would be excellent in some of these

when peter stays at stark tower for some reason - most times may is out of town (other times she’s dead and WAY TO GO GUYS YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO MANIFEST THAT ONE) but when may is out of town, peter becomes tony’s problem and sometimes hilarity ensues

tony and may co-parenting - just a delightful little thing - i once wrote a fic where tony knew may in college (and may or may not have dated her) and peter found out. it was inspired by the fact marisa tomei and rdj dated for a little irl but i trashed it

tony having to rescue peter mid-patrolling shift - you get unlucky with ONE KNIFE and suddenly the world ends

peter staying at the Stark Cabin and getting sick there - which reminds me i have a fic like that that has been collecting dust i need to write chapter 3 whoopsies

peter getting sick on the road/out of town

APPENDICITIS - that’s it i just really like appendicitis fics although i’d never wish that on myself or anyone cause i know that shit hurts

when peter has vivid fever dreams - boy’s been thru a lot even before infinity war so it makes sense he’d have traumatic dreams but someone will always be here for him when he wakes up

those petermj fics when he climbs through her window either injured or worse and she has to figure out what to do - mj’s smart tho she always knows how to fix it

when someone else besides may or tony takes care of peter - some good potential peter watchers include: natasha, pepper, ned, cap, sam & bucky, and various others but that’s just my quick list

peter doing something stupid while sick like babe please do not swing across new york chasing a petty thief if it means you’re gonna vomit inside your suit it’s zendaya’s biggest fear

or, peter doing something stupid that makes him sick like falling in the hudson river and his heating didn’t work or i read one where he went ice skating at the stark cabin and fell in, poor peter lmao

i read one where peter got poisoned at a stark gala and crashed through a glass table but it never got established whether it killed him or not and the way it left me hanging like c’mon

when it gets a lil angsty - peter reveals some kind of underlying issue when he’s sick and/or delirious like he’s been working himself sick or he’s just not doing well mentally yet tony is there to pick up the pieces and connects with him on some level

those fics where tony and peter don’t know each other very well yet since he just started working for tony but they connect while peter’s down with a cold

when morgan tries helping peter like i wish they could’ve had a big brother and lil sister relationship

okay thats all - i know there’s more but that is my general little list of things i love since i do a lot of those. also hey fellow fic writers, if ur fic has any of these in it, please recommend them to me thx i love you

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Knowing A Parker

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53873563 by YavviD Peter always thought he was a Westcott. Peter Westcott. But after a murderous and gruesome night, Tony Stark shows up out of nowhere and reveals that he is a Parker. His real parents are dead, with May and Ben being an amazing couple. With Skip in Jail, he thought his life was set. Then Kraven shows up. His friend Harry has a weird alien symbiote called Venom stuck to him. And Tony Stark is underestimating him. If that wasn't enough, some guy named Eddie Brock is determined to ruin Spierman's reputation. With his and everyone else's lives at risk, Peter is forced to make a decision that will cost him a lifetime. *** I am bad at descriptions so let me be informal. This is a venom story but with my own twist. It's a Love Square—drama with Peter, Gwen, Harry, and MJ. Tony's part will be a little later, but not at first. Venom will have a happy ending, but it gets worse before it gets better. Kraven, Octavious, and Norman Osborn drama. And maybe a surprise unexpected relationship in the end. We are also getting a deep dive into all the character's lives, including Harry, Mj, and Ned. It's gonna a be a blast! Give this fic a chance, will you? Words: 2877, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb), Marvel's Spider-Man (Insomniac Games Video Games), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Venom (Marvel Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Peter Parker, Venom, Kraven the Hunter, Otto Octavius, Norman Osborn Relationships: Ned Leeds & Harry Osborn & Peter Parker, Betty Brant & Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Harry Osborn & Peter Parker & Gwen Stacy (TASM), gwen stacy & Michelle jones, Michelle Jones & Peter Parker & Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man), Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harley Keener & Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Uncle Ben Parker & Aunt May Parker & Peter Parker, Ben Parker & Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Uncle Ben Parker & Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Uncle Ben Parker/Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Betty Brant/Ned Leeds, Harry Osborn/Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man) Additional Tags: Hungry Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Skip Westcott Being a Jerk, Protective Ned Leeds, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark is Bad at Feelings, Worried Ned Leeds, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Ned Leeds Needs a Hug, Michelle Jones Loves Peter Parker, BAMF Michelle Jones (Marvel), Michelle Jones is Bad at Feelings (Marvel), Michelle Jones is a Little Shit (Marvel), Past Peter Parker/Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man), Michelle jones is jealous, POV Ned Leeds, Tags May Change, I'm Bad At Tagging, Norman Osborn Being a Jerk, Bad Parent Norman Osborn, Peter Parker Whump read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53873563

[willawhumpspeterparker]

Rest My Chemistry

chapter 4 : you don’t trust yourself for at least one minute of each day

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR:

description of anxiety symptoms, panic attacks, and dissociation (depersonalization and derealization included). description of ptsd symptoms and flashbacks. casual references to passive suicide ideation. implied/referenced self inflicted harm.

The last 24 hours catch up with Peter on his mad dash commute to class and all he can do is take it in stride.

Torrential rain greets Peter once he makes it back outside, the sheets of it assailing his bruised skin like shards of ice and smearing the city around him into a blur of grey, the flashing lights and passing cars all obscured by the ongoing storm like a smudged painting.

There’s hardly anyone on the sidewalk and the few people he does pass all look far more equipped to brave the weather than him. It’s too windy for an umbrella to be of any use, but he envies the rain jackets and waterproof boots he sees on them.

His sneakers and jacket had still been dripping from the night before when he’d put them back on and any progress they’d made in drying undone the second he hit the pavement running. The articles hang heavily on him, the weight making his lungs protest the strain of pumping already leadened legs under the growing burden.

He wraps himself around each street corner like a mad man still, snagging the edges of store windows and street signs to control the way he would skid and slip whenever he turned and having to try doubly as hard not to topple down the slicked stairs of the station entrance in order to maintain his pace.

The surplus of ‘sorry’s and ‘scuse me’s ushered while bullying his way through the throng of slow-milling commuters were drowned out by both the noise of the raging downpour above and the rumbling of passing trains further down in the tunnels. He manages to get only a few colorful responses back before he spots the downtown Q sitting idle on the tracks, but the number definitely multiplied after squirming his way up to the front of the queue and vaulting himself over the turnstile, his prone legs nearly catching the metal sides.

It’s only after he lands in a practiced crouch and the muscles that were still knitting themselves back together relaxed from the stretch of the action that he remembers the ugly bruising that mottles his side.

The pain that follows ie sudden and bright and steals the very breath that had just been making its way down his throat, but he doesn’t have the luxury to stop and wait for the aftershocks to pass. Peter wades right through it instead, refusing to still or slow whenever it ratcheted up after twisting his torso too quickly because the doors have been open too long already and the sheer mass of people still filing out of the train and preventing the sliding doors from closing is the only reason he cleared them in time.

There’s hardly enough room to breathe in the subway car once the doors are allowed to close which makes it nearly impossible to find something to hold onto when there were hands on every visible glint of metal, but Peter fortunately didn’t think it too much of a tragedy and shuffled himself to a relatively vacant spot between the center poles and out of reach of the hanging hand holds, choosing to rely on the exceptional internal equilibrium that usually kept his footing sure when riding the subway sans support hold.

It’s not that it doesn’t now, he’s just slightly too exhausted to keep himself from leaning into the sway. He doesn’t lurch or falter but he can feel how his muscles want to, the full body ache he’d woken up with inching closer to a territory just shy of unbearable now that he’d finally stopped moving.

The pause dragged forgotten pains to the forefront of his attention until they twinged in time with the beat inflating his eardrums near decibel capacity with the too close, too loud sound of his heart. He knew it was s his own and that he had no reason to fear the steady thumping of the vital organ because it meant that he was alive, that he was still here.

But it had also eliminated all other sounds around him on the barreling train and Peter had been operating with his nerves on a hair trigger for so long that he didn’t think he’d mind too much now if it would just stop altogether, because fuck, listening to his amplified pulse was unsettling on a good day, it was absolutely insufferable for it to be further conducted amid an unnatural silence.

The breaths he manages then are sharp and short, and he thinks he might’ve been starting to get back to a stable rhythm until the train jerks so sharply around a bend that for a fleeting second he was certain he must’ve gotten his wish.

Whatever meager contents remained in his stomach surged up into his throat at the same time that his previously securely locked knees threatened to send him to the ground. He staggered in a sad sort of mock drunkenness instead while the roaring in his ears died down enough for the sound of the grating rasps tearing themselves from his chest cavity to certify that he hadn’t.

Peter couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed or relieved because he knows that’s not what’s happening, that he wasn’t actually dying, but it’s the only word he’s able to supply for the tingling sensation seeping into his fingertips like his hands had been dipped into ice water, phantom pins and needles sparking in places farther up his arms until he could hardly believe the things were still attached unless he was actually looking at them hanging slack at his sides.

He was too far gone with the fog dousing his brain in liquid nitrogen to crunch the numbers on which variable might be worse, dropping dead right then and there, or having to tolerate his bodily performing yet another dress rehearsal for a reprise of said event.

Though Peter isn’t afforded the chance to dwell on the dilemma for very long because a swell of nausea abruptly rips his focus back to his most pressing issue of keeping a lid on his shit until he was no longer trapped on public transportation.

It didn’t seem to matter that he knew that it wasn’t real nausea, that his body didn’t really need to throw up, but the dizzying malaise flipping his stomach inside out was very convincing when it decided to make itself known, rushing in and filling his mouth with saliva whenever the panic lulled to provide a new fear for him to manage in its absence. He sits with the gathering pool until his throat is bobbing with the urge to get rid of it, but his attempt to swallow the salty warning only makes him gag harshly.

Peter groans, shuddering hard and not caring to mitigate his volume when more mucus was welling up in his mouth. He chooses to spit it out into his soaking wet sleeve when it becomes too much again because, genuine or not, that was one battle Peter was not willing to lose.

He leans over himself as much as the bodies confining him on every side allowed, fingers curling into the stiff folds of his wet jeans while he attempted to curb the amount of acid singing the innermost lining of his throat.

In and out, he manually coaxed even breaths from his diaphragm, but where queasiness had sat heavily in his stomach was rapidly being replaced with an unyielding pit that clenched and twisted and was descending so fast.

“Come on,” he mouths, his words a wisp that was audible to no one but himself with all the other commotion going on around him. He tries once to drag a breath in deep, forcing the air past the band of resistance until he choked on it and when the coughing ended, tries again.

He could feel his lungs doing what they were supposed to. Expanding to let air in and deflating to let the waste it created out, and filthy and claustrophobic as the train car was, he knew there was still plenty of air in it. That no matter how vivid it felt that the walls of metal and glass were closing in on him, a part of him understood that it wasn’t actually happening, but his senses still felt the inclination to alert him that it was not enough anyway.

It must have been some kind of convoluted maintenance check from his enhanced biology, his body sounding every alarm just to make sure that they were still able to ring or maybe just to test for any faults in his system that might inhibit his performance.

And if that was the case, he supposes it would be all well and good if maybe he didn’t feel like a collection of raw, open wounds these days, new ones tacking themselves onto older bits of carnage every day he woke up and had to face the fact that the sun still rose and fell despite Peter’s entire world imploding in on itself.

That, and maybe if it didn’t keep happening when there was no legitimate danger, because yeah his healing factor might be royally fucked, but none of his injuries were serious. A dirty subway in Manhattan also wasn’t exactly the safest environment he could be in to lose himself to his anxiety, sure, but there were no immediate threats to his safety or anyone else’s. So there was no reason it should be happening again.

Not after one rough night Peter couldn't even measure on the scale of horrible things he’s brought onto himself in the past year alone it was so insignificant. Especially not when all he was starting to hear was the sound of his own bones crunching as malleable flesh met the front of a high speed train somewhere in Berlin, unforgiving metal shocking the air from his lungs upon impact over and over agin as his breathing quickly devolved into an erratic game of catch up.

His mind flitted between then and now until his reality merged with the images that burned themselves into the back of his eyelids every night and he could no longer differentiate the sea of bobbing heads as aimless commuters or figments of swarming attackers.

Real or imagined, he could feel himself recoiling whenever someone lilted too close, clamping down on his bottom lip with his teeth so hard he tasted copper to keep from lashing out when they did.

Realness had been relative ever since he’d been fooled by things that felt so true, since let himself be tricked by people that had never given any reason to doubt them. They had been there though, the clues, he was just too naive to see it back then, hadn’t known any better than to lend his trust so willingly.

No calculable time actually separates the Peter he was then from the Peter he is today except that maybe now he’s knows the consequence of ignorance, the imperceptible error in never pausing to think before he acts simply to have done something at all, and not ever stopping to consider whether that something was the right thing or not.

It didn’t matter whether or not he had the mask and all of the perks that came with his powers, he couldn’t up and abandon the oath he’d made when the city wouldn’t stop needing his help just because he could no longer give it. The last time he hadn’t had the means to do his job correctly he’d lost Aunt May.

Once was truly enough for the lesson to stick, he didn’t think he’d survive letting it happen on his watch again.

“Fuck,” his entire body trembles with reminders of his failures. The muscles in his back spasm under the pressure of a slab of concrete being dropped on top of him, tensing up to protect his abdomen against phantom blows from Stark Industry drones dressed up like his deepest fears and stuttering disjointedly when the sudden weight of his dying aunt fell into his arms all over again.

“S’not real,” Peter gasps brokenly, shaking his head and squeezing his eyelids together until he saw stars like the darkness might dilute all the red he saw when they were open.

“Come on, Peter,” he whispers to himself.

‘Come on, Spider-man’ he doesn’t let himself say out loud.

Peter Parker could fall apart however much he wanted, but Spider-man couldn’t afford to keep being this fucking useless. He need to come back to himself. He need to—

“Wake up.”

The words are out of his mouth before Peter can even wrap his mind around the implications of them, rattling around in his mind like an echo chamber, growing louder and more urgent until they sounded less like a plea and more like a warning.

Like something terrible would happen if he didn’t because it sounded like Mysterio was right there chanting with him.

He doesn’t know why that’s what finally does it for him, why it’s what finally severs the string tethering him to reality, only that the train continues to rattle along and the passengers surge with it but the vessels do so without Peter.

The hyper awareness of his every flinching breath had been all he could concentrate one not even a minute ago, pushing at his threshold until it had no other option but to snap, the input overwhelming him on every side fading out all at once like the dial had been set way past ten and then abruptly dialed back to zero.

The change happened so quickly the tears that had welled at the corners of his eyes didn’t even take the time to wet his cheeks before falling to the dirty floor.

He couldn’t pinpoint when it happened, when he’d stopped hyperventilating and every flaring hurt, every all-consuming worry had been demoted to background noise and the pleasant hum of the engines working beneath his feet as wheels glided along uneven tracking had lulled him into a sort of detached calm.

It was like his body had exhausted the energy required to withstand the overload but not extinguish it completely, and so his subconscious decided it would be easier to handle without Peter there.

If he remained present he would just feed into the spiral and make it worse but like this he was a passenger, a spectator. He didn’t have to smother his own anything anymore now that he was on autopilot because it held the panic at bay for him, packaged it into something small and kept it at a distance that he could actually handle, or at least live with long enough to get through the rest of this day.

He had no way of gauging how long he floated there like that, eyes wide and unseeing, but it must’ve been a decent while because the train eventually rolled to a stop, the crowd of bodies packing the train in losing some of its volume.

Peter was slow in turning his head to locate the map and willing his mind to clear so he could at least figure out if he’d missed his stop already or if he should be hurrying to get off before the doors closed. The blur made it hard to see the numbers but he thinks that there isn’t enough yellow on the panel for more than the Penn and Herald’s Square stops to be lit up, so he allows himself to go back to drifting.

There’s another undetermined stretch of time he couldn’t account for that lead him to then, to watching as his legs carried him off the platform and out of the station on their own accord, his hands pushing open a series of glass doors and flashing freshly manufactured identification cards at security guards without receiving any direction to do so.

Peter blinks slowly, opening his eyes up to a new place each time like his connection was simply lagging behind. He saw himself reaching for the right buttons in the elevator and taking all the correct turns to get to the lab without consciously commanding any of it.

He was some place very far from tactile perception then so he didn’t really feel his body doing any of it either. It should scare him. The threads of leftover panic should worsen tenfold, he knows that, but they don’t because if free will was the cost of silencing his mind, then he was more than willing to pay than have to relinquish this tentative peace quite yet.

And so the rest of the journey goes like that, Peter hardly registering a single thing while his body operated on muscle memory to get him to his classroom and sit him down at the right desk. Except when he makes it to his seat only the TA and about half of the students are there. His vision sharpening to the sight of a borderline empty classroom alone was sobering enough to bring him back to the surface just in time to hear the last half of a garbled statement about how tardies and absences will be temporarily excused.

Peter’s hands are making fingerprints of condensation on the black table top he’s using to brace himself as he took in harsh, panting breaths and he was suddenly very grateful that no one in his lab group was there yet because it meant that there was no one to gawk at his beaten face, or his genuine struggle to breathe.

He settles in his seat when a gnawing pang in his empty stomach reminds him that his metabolism doesn’t care how nauseated he still felt and keeps his head down anyway.

Stragglers were still filtering in up until the end of the first hour, each one properly soaked and in similar states of disarray. The professor ended up making a call to not bother touching their lab reports since an overwhelming number of students hadn’t been able to make it to class.

Peter thinks he remembers someone saying that he’d gotten stuck on the railroad somewhere between the city and Connecticut which is why he ultimately had his teaching assistant run through the powerpoint they hadn’t gotten to last week instead.

He sits through all two and a half hours of the lecture feeling like his skin would never thaw and the chill only gets worse once he’s back outside, wrapping his bones in ice and shooting tendrils through the marrow whenever the wind caught an unprotected portion of skin.

The storm had let up substantially while Peter was in class, the downpour having calmed back down to a light drizzle. Still he couldn't help the violent shivers racking his frame when he felt as stripped as the engines he used to take apart with Tony. Like someone had decided he wasn’t worth fixing and tried to gut him for parts too.

Peter doesn’t know how he manages to drag himself home without checking back in once on the way and the only reason he realizes that he’s finally made it is when he can’t go any further than the lobby door. No keys, right.

He finds himself slightly more present when circling back to the corner so he could get to the dumpster lot behind the strip of taxpayer units on his street and web himself up to the roof of his building without getting the cops called on him, though he’s sure they’ve got plenty of better things to do with all the storm damages and traffic jams they probably bringing the city to a halt. The exact kind of things that Spider-man was more than equipped to help with.

Their landlord had never bothered to fix the lock on the door that lead up to it so it was definitely open, but that didn’t change the fact that Peter still had no keys. And he lives on the fourth floor so it wasn’t like there was anyone to disturb by taking the fire escape except for the asshole that lived above him, he just also usually had the cover of night to shield him from wandering eyes when he did it.

His decent then is neither quick nor graceful with numb fingers slipping on freezing wet rungs and legs keen on threatening to buckle, but he does eventually manage to make it down the ladder without breaking an ankle. It’s just as he began to slot one deadened limb through the cracked window at a time when he sees that there is way too much water beneath the sill under him to have sloughed off only his person.

He was soaked from head to toe, but he definitely wasn’t responsible for what looked like close to an inch of water that was pooling in the corner of his bedroom.

“Fuck,” he huffs, breathless and without the slightest bite. He didn’t have the energy to sustain the rightful frustration that was washing over him, he was too cold, his exposed nerves too raw and close to the surface to handle this too.

To handle the fact that his ceiling had actually leaked because of course it did. And of course his building had a shitty foundation that warped the floors and made it all collect on one place, one that just happened to be where he kept the most valuable of the very few items he had to his name.

His desk was next to the window so he could use the street lamps outside when studying at night instead of the overhead lights to shave some decimal places off his monthly utility bill—but so was his sewing machine and his school work and all of the documents that made him a real person on paper.

”Oh fuck.” He’s moving quicker than the trembling he hasn’t been able to suppress for hours should allow, tossing secondhand textbooks that were falling apart anyway onto his mostly dry bed and bypassing the lego figurines completely so he could get to the manila folder he’d swiped from Matt on one of the thousands of trips he’d made down to the firm’s office—the very folder sitting directly below the gaping hole in his ceiling.

“No, no, no,” he moans, voice teetering on the cusp of giving out altogether when the cover of the thing tore off in soft pieces along with various bits of the dozens of legal papers it had been holding.

“This isn’t real. This isn’t happening,” he stuttered and choked. “It can’t be.” It had to be a trick, an illusion, something his eyes could be fooled into believing but not his senses.

He dug the palms of his hands into his eyes and willed the voice of Edith to tell him none of the last year had been real, that all of it was over. That everything had all been a horrible, elaborate ruse and he’d open them to Tony and Aunt May and his best friends back, to his old life back. But the programmed voice never filled the expectant silence and the manic laughter of a villain that wasn’t meant to terrorize Peter’s city was beginning to bleed into it instead.

Peter opened his eyes with a ragged gasp to flashes of white blocking his view of the ruined pile, but he’d already seen enough.

His chest was spasming like an engine turning over, pistons overheating and cylinders spluttering out as little violent full jerks sent his body crashing through the water and into the opposite wall. His hands found their way up into his hair and pulled hard, knotting the dripping strands around fingers that still hadn’t quite come back online yet like cutting off circulation to the frozen digits would force feeling back into them.

It didn’t work. He was too cold and the window had been left open so long that the air felt no different than outside.

Peter’s lifeless hands abandoned his curls in favor of feeling along the wall for the doorframe of the bathroom, the hot tears stinging his cheeks making it virtually impossible to see anything in the near darkness.

He doesn’t remember peeling the clothes from his body, or starting the shower, or scrubbing at scabbing wounds until only blood and freshly torn edges remained. And when there were no sore spots left to agitate his fingers dug into the grout lining the tiles, nails scraping for purchase, for something to damage and somewhere to concentrate the waves of agonizing defeat cleaving off of him.

His right hand was folding into a fist and winding back before he could process how easily the ceramic shattered beneath his knuckles. He doesn’t feel it until the second pass and doesn’t stop until bits of tile are falling at his feet.

The water was set to scalding, filling the room with steam and fogging up the mirror and probably burning his skin but he couldn’t find a reason to care when it chipped away at the relentless cold and made it marginally easier to breathe.

His breaths are still harsh and shake his whole body when his mind finally begins to clear, the steady stream above tempering the boil and allowing him to hear something other than a vacuum of white noise, but he doesn’t expect the first thing he that filters in to be someone talking low and urgent in the hallway.

He’s especially surprised to hear them start pounding on his apartment door.

It hurts with the migraine blooming behind his eyes, but he focuses on their voice still murmuring something, on the metal sliding against metal and prodding until there was a give and a click, each minuscule ding vibrating through his skull like a crowbar was coming down on it.

He’s still recovering from the stabbing pain lighting his brain on fire by the time he registers the footsteps approaching the bathroom door and the door knob being jostled once before twisting.

There’s a soft intake of breath and then, “Peter.”

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